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problem, sir. The Marines over at Alameda; they’re all rookies on a training

exercise.’
M, not a man to use profane language under normal circumstances, spat out a
single four-letter word.
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We’re authorised to use a First Special Forces Operational Detachment.’
‘Delta?’ M asked.
‘I don’t know; there are four of those elements. Delta was the first. It doesn’t
matter which one they send, because they’re as good as your own Special Air

Service boys, Admiral. Problem is they have to get up here from Fort Bragg.
That’s North Carolina – say four hours if they get a move on. They’re good and
we can brief them very quickly.’
M sighed. ‘Better than nothing. I wouldn’t want to send in any old force.
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That place needs specialists. Even Bond doesn’t seem to know what their
strength is.’
Ed Rushia, the tallest man in the room, cleared his throat. ‘Would someone
put me in the picture, the entire picture. James has become a friend and

colleague. Mightn’t there be some way I can help until the Special Forces
people get here?’
Everyone looked at him, in silence. Then Grant spoke, ‘I’m second guessing
this Brokenclaw bastard. But maybe there is one thing you might do. It’s not

one hundred per cent certain, but it’s worth doing. As a long shot, it just might
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save Captain Bond.’ He then outlined what he had in mind.
The risks, Ed Rushia thought, were higher than a kite on the Fourth of July.

Bone Bender Ding frog-marched Bond down to Beach Street. The FBI men, in

Brokenclaw’s pay, had chased away any lingering tourists, and it was
surprisingly easy for Ding to get Bond into the limo.
The whole business took less than a minute, and all his instincts told him that
any attempt to break free would end in disaster. There had to be a moment, a
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fraction of a second, during which he would be able to act.
Frozen Stalk drove carefully and well while Ding still held his captive in
the armlock, his own pistol well back in his left hand, ready to use. It was
being done by the book. These people certainly knew what they were about.

There was no sloppiness.
When they reached the helipad, the rotors were already idling and there was

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